No amount of sleep will do

It's been a few weeks since I started this blog and wrote the 1st post -- I haven't even let anyone know about it.  This time, with ME the one that is sick, I, of course, have a completely different perspective on the happenings.  When writing about Earl, I felt more the responsibility to document events.  I just felt getting info down for all to keep up was important.  This time, I almost dread writing about it.  I am not an author; I never took a Creative Writing class; I don't want this to be boring. 
I guess I will try, however, to both document and keep it interesting!
My third chemo ("#2A") was on April 2.  I tried to work as much as possible, but this 2nd week after has been especially trying.  I have never been so tired in my life.  Not having been anywhere in shape near to an Olympic runner to begin with, lately I have to rest 20 minutes after taking a shower or climbing the stairs.  My employer has been very understanding.  I'll continue to work as I can; today, I think I can make the whole day.  Thank God (and my boss) for vacation, personal and sick days.  It makes a difference when it comes to paying the bills.
As I mentioned, I am just starting to feel a little stronger and less sick.  But this is Friday.  On Monday I have treatment "2B".  The good news is that after Monday, I will be 1/3 of the way finished with the chemo.  (I almost typed "done" instead of "finished", but as my late husband always said, "Cakes get done--people get finished." 

I miss my Narf.